Beauty lies in the little things
The things not many notice
Until there gone
The cool breeze on a summer night
The rolling hills stretching out for miles
The orange and red leaves as they fall to the ground
And no one thinks “this will all be gone someday”
No one thinks “these are the things we need”
Not the parking lots
Not the cities
Not the buildings
Not the big factories that choke out the beauty of the natural world
Because once all the little things are gone
People will think back
And wonder
Why didn’t I stop then
Because now it’s too late
And they’ll realize that they've taken the last look at the hills they grew up with
The last look at the birds flying high in the sky
The last look at what we lost
The last look at what humans were too selfish to keep
The things not many notice
Until there gone
The cool breeze on a summer night
The rolling hills stretching out for miles
The orange and red leaves as they fall to the ground
And no one thinks “this will all be gone someday”
No one thinks “these are the things we need”
Not the parking lots
Not the cities
Not the buildings
Not the big factories that choke out the beauty of the natural world
Because once all the little things are gone
People will think back
And wonder
Why didn’t I stop then
Because now it’s too late
And they’ll realize that they've taken the last look at the hills they grew up with
The last look at the birds flying high in the sky
The last look at what we lost
The last look at what humans were too selfish to keep
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